Rivals

"Good morning, oppa." I smiled brightly at the sleepy figure that trudged out of the room, whilst I fired the blender in the kitchen.

"Soojung..." my older brother reaches in for a sibling hug, leaning his body onto my back for support. I struggled a little under his weight as he nuzzled his face on my head.

"Yoongi, you're smelly" I stuck out my tongue at him after I finished with the blender. He frowns slightly at my remark, but cherishes me too much to make a comeback like he usually does to others.

It would probably be a shocker to those around him that the cold and distant Min Yoongi - is protective over his little sister.

"Soojung, do you have time later?" Yoongi plops himself on the couch, staring blankly into space. I glanced over at his appearance, and snickered at the sight of his tousled bed hair and loosened buttons.

"I did the chores yesterday, so I have alot of free time," I responded, pouring the juice from the blender into a cup. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm going to meet my friends. You should come along and make bad life decisions with me." He quoted casually, lying down in a comfortable position while scrolling through his phone.

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"Is Yoongi hyung coming soon?" I peeked over at the lounge, where the rest of them were bickering about the difference between a peck and a kiss.

"He's coming over in a minute!" Taehyung calls over in a giggly voice as Jimin begun to tickle him on the floor.

them sprawled out so comfortably, I decided to just act the same. I pulled the tight shirt off and threw it onto my bed, proceeding to change into my grey sweatpants. Since my hair was still damp from a shower, I hung a towel over my neck.

questionably as Namjoon blasted porn on my

"Aish, hyung! Please tone down the volume!" I complained over the moaning sounds that resonated through the walls and the entire building. I made up my mind to start Overwatch, in attempts to ignore the

knock sounded over the

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the device. While the tune sounded as he did, it was impossible to not notice the weird noises

want to wash my eyes in holy water and perhaps enlighten myself for the next ten years to become a monk.

I didn't want to witness. As any other normal virgin would do, I closed my eyes tightly in fear of being scarred for life.

I heard a familiar voice yelling to the direction of the noise, and I perked

there was a bare chest pressed against my face, and an arm around my neck. I noticed a sweet scent

with a soft voice, burying my head further into his chest in a protective stance, and preventing me from seeing whatever that was around us. There was scuffling and yelling from the other direction as he

your eyes now."

me, his arm still firmly wrapped around my torso. It was a sight

of his damp hair stuck onto his forehead. My vision then travelled down to his neck where a towel hung loosely, and further down where his chiseled abdomen was flawlessly displayed in full view altogether with

a goldfish, trying to make sense of his presence here. Or more like, his strikingly attractive appearance that makes me

turned my head over to glance at my brother, standing near a couch with a bunch of boys crowded on it. It was hard not to

wearing a black turtleneck and ripped jeans, his hair pulled to the back. The slim jaw was prominent against the clothing, accompanied by a half

table by the side. My ears flushed a scarlet red when I scanned some

side profile, observing me closely. His grip around me loosened